Chapter 4
[Make sure you remind my sister to pack all her documents. You know how clumsy she is–last thing we need is her forgetting something important.]%
Right then, a pop–up from the travel app appeared on the screen.”
[Your ticket order is confirmed. Flight departs in five days. Please arrive at Check–in Gate 2, Area A, Metropolis International Airport.]
My hand trembled as I tapped it open. There it was. The itinerary.
Five tickets: Bruno, my son and his wife, my grandson, and… Nelly.
Not me.&
I placed the phone back exactly where I found it, but the pounding in my chest refused to settle.
Bruno walked out of the bathroom, towel around his neck, glanced at the screen and said matter–of–factly, “I’ve got a concert tour next
screw it up.“)
week with the orchestra. Go pack my things. Don’t forget my passport and travel docs. This is serious, Michelle–don’t paying
He flopped onto the bed with his back to me, already half–distracted.}
“Oh, and get the kids‘ stuff ready, too. I’m taking them along. They need to see the world, broaden their horizons.“>
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Then he mumbled, as if it were just another fact, “I won’t have my son and grandson end up like you–close–minded and stuck in one place.“%
Before I could stop myself, the words escaped my lips–quiet, “What about me?“}
The only response was silence. A long, hollow, soul–crushing silence.}
Until Bruno’s snoring filled the room–steady, unbothered, final. With that sound, whatever small, pitiful hope I had left… shattered.}
I almost laughed. Laughed at myself. How did my life end up like this? So bitter, so pathetic?>
I didn’t sleep a wink that night. Just stared at the ceiling, waiting for morning to come like it always did–without mercy.
When the alarm finally rang, Bruno groaned and shoved me. “Why are you still lying there? Get up and make breakfast.”
Without thinking, I did what I’d done for decades. I got up. I went to the kitchen.
My grandson was full of energy that morning–ate three eggs in a row. Then he looked up at me, puffed up with pride and said, “I’m going overseas next week for the youth art festival! Grandma Nelly said I have to eat well so I’ll have enough energy!“}
Then he grinned, oblivious to the sting in his words.
“Grandma, I bet you’ve never even been out of the country, huh? Grandma Nelly told me foreigners are super classy and sophisticated. That’s why you’re not coming–so you don’t embarrass Luxendria!“}
He laughed like it was a joke. But it wasn’t, not to me.»
He kept babbling between mouthfuls, little bits of egg yolk spraying out with every word.
My son walked in, freshly showered, not even batting an eye at his son’s rudeness. He simply turned to me and gave instructions like it was the most natural thing in the world.”
“Mom, can you help pack Hans’s things later? Dad told you, right? We’re flying out next week for that arts event. Make sure all the passports and documents are in order.”
“Just organize it today–we’ll double–check when we get back from work.“>
Breakfast was a whirlwind–noisy, rushed, chaotic. Then they were out the door. Soon as it came, the house fell silent again, except for the clatter of dirty dishes and spilled food scattered across the table.
I stood there, numb. Not thinking. Not feeling. Just moving. Like always.
I started packing the bags. Not mine, of course–never mine. Theirs. Always theirs.
When Bruno finally came downstairs, he didn’t say a word to me. Still clearly annoyed from the night before, he sat down, ate his breakfast, turned on the TV.
I had just finished clearing the table and sat down for a second when his voice cut through the room, sharp and tired.
“If you’ve got nothing else to do, go get the laundry in. God knows what you even do all day–can’t get a single real thing done without being told “%
I jumped to my feet and went straight to the bedroom, starting to pack his suitcase.
For five straight days, I kept my head down. I didn’t argue. Didn’t question. Did everything he asked without a word.
Maybe he noticed my silence, my obedience–because by the fifth day, Bruno’s tone had softened just a little.
Kroon. This Family Worth No Tears
